Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2010 13:57:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Demitiri Symone
Subject: Jorge Papi 22
Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 19 year old Russian male and this
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Can somebody tell me just what the fuck is goin on here? The school bell
has already rang so I casually walk out the door and see Jorge talking to
some random dude by his car. Does he know my name? Does he know the type of
person I am? Don't he know I will beat the life out of him and whoever the
fuck he's talking to?! Instead of doing that I keep my composure and walk
slowly down the steps toward the lovely couple. I see this boy run his
hands all over my papi's chest, give him a big hug and then a kiss on the
lips. What the hell is going on here? I know Jorge is not playing me! He
better not be I swear he better not be! He turns quickly with a face that
reeks of guilt and his little friend walks down the street with smiling
like he just got some sick victory.
"New friend Jorge?"
"Na.. I been knew him, we cool peoples."
"So you fucking him?
"Chrissy stop tripping! We just friends man ain't shit going on between
us."
"Since when do friends kiss each other on the lips like some little ass
couple. I never saw you do that with your other friends."
"Seriously is nothing babe stop tripping, you know I'm all yours. Now give
papi a kiss."
"Go to fucking hell you lying son of a bitch!"
Then with all my rage I slap him dead across the face in front of almost
the entire student body. His face turns a bright red, probably from the
embarrassment, but oh well! Jorge always told me he would never do me the
way I did him, he would always be my property and how I would always have
him. Turns out he had another bitch on the side. Whats even worst is the
fact that the little bitch was going to the same school as me! I stood with
my hand still up and rage rushing through my veins, but I didn't want to
fight. I didn't want to argue. I just wanted to leave, so I turned and
ran. I was going to run as far as I could for as long as I could. He had
another bitch on the side!! Why though? I thought I was the one? Yeah
Steven had came back into the picture but so what, I was only using him for
money and a place to say. But Jorge, who I thought was a damn angel, was
playing me like a dumbass! A million and more thoughts were running through
my mind about how I was so dumb, so blind, so stupid! How Jorge was so sly,
so sneaky, so damn fake!
Suddenly I just stopped. No more running for me my legs were starting to
hurt really bad. Looking around I didn't see anything familiar, no familiar
faces, or landmarks, or streets. It was still sunlight so I wasn't that
scared but still this may have been the dangerous side of town that people
always talked about but never went. The air was somewhat cold as the wind
flew around my fragile body, my soft hair waving along with it, my
sweatpants gently rustling in motion with my tight white v neck. The trees
were large and ominous and the houses were covered with vines, the streets
had numerous potholes with crooked and faded stripes in the middle. Nobody
was outside so I couldn't describe any people but I didn't like it
here. Everything seemed so ran down and unsafe. I wanted to go home, go
home into somebody's arms just to feel a warm embrace. But my mind wouldn't
let me even picture that one person I wanted most.
Still standing in that one spot the clouds began to thicken, they grew
darker, and the air got even colder. I had no umbrella and no way to get
home so I was going to have to go into someone's home if I wanted to stay
dry. The thunder began to roar all around like a ferocious beast, the
lightning painted the sky in a blindingly bright white. I mustered up every
ounce of courage I had and started walking to the nicest house on the
block, don't get it twisted it still wasn't all that nice. I softly knocked
three times then rang the doorbell just so the people inside knew somebody
was at their door. I could tell at least one person was in there because
there was a black car in the driveway and some lights were still on the
house. I guessed old people lived here because the grass was nicely cut,
they had a bunch of lawn ornaments, and some decorations on the
porch. Observing the house I didn't even notice the young brown skinned boy
holding the door open just staring blankly at me.
"Hi little guy are you parents or something here?"
"No."
"Well do you have like an older brother?"
"Yes."
"Can you go get him for me please?"
"JAMES! Some boy is here to see you!"
Well if it was that easy I would've done it earlier. I tried to manuever
myself in but the boy made sure there was only room for his head to stick
out the doorway and I had no idea if he was hiding something in his hidden
hand.
"Who you?"
"My name's Chris.. I was wondering if I could stay here until the weather
gets better?"
"Sure come on in, no need for me to tell you my name cause I'm sure you
already know it."
"Ha yeah I do."
"So what you doing in this part of town?"
"I saw something that made me upset, so I ran away & never turned
around. This is where my legs took me."
"You plan on going back?"
"Unfortunately yes... I got a life and I can't just drop it because I got
my feelings hurt."
"True, well make yourself comfortobale Chris. I'll be upstairs so if you
need anything just holler at me."
I sprawled out across the large suede sofa and tried to get a recap on
everything that happened today. So Jorge has some little bitch under me
and.. well that basically wraps it up. But I don't get why. He told me so
much stuff about how he was never the player type, always honest even if it
was going to upset someone, always thought I could completely trust him and
then he shatters my precious image of him. Stupid phone had to ring in the
middle of my thoughts and it had to be stupid Jorge.
"What do you want Jorge?"
"I want to talk, but first of all where are you?"
"The other side of town."
"What you doing over there? Who you with?"
"I ran over here and I'm with some guy named James."
"What the fuck is ya doing?!"
"I'm laying on his couch and he's upstairs in his room! Don't try to flip
the tables like I'm the bad kid here! What the fuck were you doing
afterschool is a much better question!"
"Chrissy he was just a friend. Why can't you accept that?"
"Why did he kiss your lips? What kind of freaky ass friends do shit like
that?"
"He does it! Honest babe it didn't mean anything you know I'm all yours,
even if you not all mines."
"Stop trying to make me feel some type of way Jorge cause that shit
certainly won't work this time! And if he is just a friend, like you say,
why did he have that dirty ass smile on his face after that kiss? Huh? Why
did he have the demeanor of a winner? Like he got something I wanted?! What
the fuck is up with that?"
"I don't know Chrissy I swear on my life I don't know! You just gotta ask
him."
"Whats his number?"
"I'm not giving it to you. I don't want there to be any drama between my
love and my good friend."
"Get the fuck outta here! My love, you know damn well you don't love me you
fucking liar! You full of shit!"
"I'm a liar? I'm full of shit? You should be the last person to even go
there knowing all that stuff you put me through!"
"But the thing is Jorge, you painted this picture as if you were some
fucking angel. Like you were the good guy and I always broke your bitch ass
heart. You made it seem as though you loved me with all you got and how you
would never ever ever do to me what I did to you! And you fucking lied! You
lied, you lied, you're a liar!"
"There's nothing going on between us! He's just my friend thats all he was,
thats he is, and thats all he will ever be! When are you going to get it
through your thick ass skull that I'm in love with you Chris?! You're
always pushing me away doing dumb shit yet I keep running back to you like
a dog! No matter what you do I always came back in the picture because I
fucking love you! I want to be with you, I want to spend the rest of my
life with you, you're all I want yet you always do something to fuck it up!
Keep pushing me away, but don't say a damn thing when I finally get sick of
it and just leave you!"
"Go fuck yourself Jorge!"